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And how, even then, could Port Kar fall, for she was a mass of holdings, each individually defensible, room to room, each separated from the others by the canals which, in their hundreds, crossed and divided the city? No, I said to myself, Port Kar could be held a hundred years. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #160)

And then I laughed, for I was considering how Port Kar might fall, and yet she was my own, my own city. "More paga!" I cried. Tarnsmen, aflight, might annoy her with arrows or fire, but it did not seem they could seriously harm her, not unless they come in thousands upon thousands, and not even Ar, Glorious Ar, possessed tarn cavalries so great. And how, even then, could Port Kar fall, for she was a mass of holdings, each individually defensible, room to room, each separated from the others by the canals which, in their hundreds, crossed and divided the city? No, I said to myself, Port Kar could be held a hundred years. And even should she, somehow, fall, her men need only take ship, and then, when it pleased them, return, ordering slaves again to build in the delta a city called Port Kar. On Gor, I told myself, and perhaps on all worlds, there will always be a Port Kar. I found the girl on the sand seductive, and beautiful. - (Raiders of Gor)